Forgotten Wife My Ex-Husband Regrets It After I Left (Clara and Liam) novel Chapter 318

Sienna’s POV

I did trust him. Liam had proven again and again that this family was the center of his life. Even when Emily kept pushing in, even when rumors spread, Liam stayed by my side, never wavering.

I repeated that sentence in my mind like a mantra, trying to root it deeper. Trust wasn’t just about not asking questions, it was about choosing not to create wounds from something that might not even be real. I knew myself; if I allowed even one small crack, my thoughts could turn into a battlefield between logic and fear.

I stood again, this time moving to the kitchen window. The thin curtain swayed gently as I pulled it aside a little. The night outside looked calm, almost too calm. Streetlights cast a yellowish glow on the wet asphalt, probably leftover from the afternoon rain.

In the distance, the sound of a motorcycle passed by and faded away. The world kept moving, indifferent to the small anxiety hiding in my chest.

I closed the curtain and returned to the counter, clearing the remaining cups and plates. My hands moved automatically washing, drying, stacking. Each simple motion felt like an anchor, holding me in the present.

I tried to recall Liam’s face that morning, the way he ruffled Noah’s hair, the way he looked at me as if to makesure I was okay before leaving. That look wasn’t fake. It never was.

In between chores, I picked up my phone briefly, just to make sure I hadn’t missed any messages. There were none. I placed it back down with the screen facing down, deliberately. If I kept staring at it, I’d only end up waiting for something that might not even need to come.

I walked down the hallway and checked Noah’s room one more time. I opened the door just a little, only enough to see him fast asleep. His breathing was steady, his cheeks slightly flushed, his dinosaur plush tucked under his arm.

I smiled without realizing it. This was the center of my life.

This was the reason I chose to trust, and chose to stay calm.

Back in the living room, I straightened the sofa, folded the pillows, and arranged the blanket. I turned off the lights one by one, leaving only the dim glow of the corner lamp.

The house felt quieter without Liam’s presence, but it wasn’t a frightening quiet. It felt more like a pause. And a pause didn’t always mean something was wrong.

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